User blog comment:Corbus/The End Of An Era/@comment-4626036-20111127032644

"A shrew looks in tears at the remains of the once famed Redwall Abbey, where he was raised as a Dibbun. He remembers stealing pies and pastries from the cooling racks in the kitchens where Friar Furri worked. He remembers of the time when his mother would rock him to sleep. His mother had been slain by the tyrranical bastard wolverine. The tapestry of Martin the Warrior is torn and the sword has been taken by the wolverine ruler.The shrew turned to the black, burnt trees of the once proud Mossflower Wood. He clenched his paws and yelled, "I'LL FIND YOU, YOU BASTARD!!! WHEN I DO, I'LL MAKE YER DEATH A SLOW, PAINFUL ONE!!" A mouse comes out of some brush. An otter is with him. The mouse is shivering, even though he is wearing a cloak. "Matey, don't be yellin' out here! He'll here ye and then..." The mouse goes into a shivering siezure. The otter holds him and beckons to the shrew. "Common matey. It ain't safe to be out here at night with that bloodthirsty beast runnin' about." The shrew follows the otter and mouse, but while he walks, he remembers the death of his mother. It plays like a movie in his mind. The ripping and snarling of the beast's teeth, the blood shooting out everywhere...on the walls. The last scream his mother made and then, her head rolling out onto the stones in Great Hall, her eyes wide open and dimmed and her mouth open in her last scream of pain. Before death took her.